"Not yet," he replied, his voice automatically taking on a softer, almost more delicate tone. One he tended to use only with his more savoury kids but somehow the words just came out that way anyway.
It was strange. Even his kids were probably a few thousand years older than Fetish.
"I want beef jerky and chocolate yoghurt," he said, randomly, out of the blue. The gas station was bound to have at least one of those...